Wizard Earl

Chapter 347 Alchemy Bomb

"Butler Victor, as a student of the teacher, I am a member of the Secret Society. If the Secret Society needs me, I will do my duty without hesitation. But asking me to make the bomb in three days is a bit... I haven't even prepared the materials yet!" Connor's mind raced as he tried to figure out what old Victor was up to, and a hint of dissatisfaction crept into his voice.

"Tell me what materials you need, and they'll be delivered to your apartment in two hours. As for the requirements, the smaller the alchemical bomb, the better. Ideally, it should be able to conceal itself and not be easily detected by mental energy!" Old Victor said without hesitation.

Old Victor spoke casually, but Connor grew increasingly alarmed. It wasn't because Old Victor said he needed materials to make bombs and that they could be delivered to him in just two hours. Connor wasn't too surprised by that. For most alchemical bombs, the materials needed to make them, while numerous, weren't particularly rare. Even if some of the materials were controlled by the Empire and the Church, obtaining them wouldn't be difficult given the power and influence of the Secret Society.

What truly alarmed Connor was that the requirements Old Victor described for the alchemical bombs were remarkably similar to the characteristics of the gray crystal alchemical bombs he had placed in the Mallorca warehouse and the abandoned safe house in his Rune district.

Each gray crystal was only the size of a fingernail, and because Connor himself was a psychic wizard with extensive knowledge of mental energy detection, the gray crystal alchemical bomb could also block the mental energy detection of most wizarding apprentices. The alchemical bomb that old Victor wanted was so perfectly matched with his own unique gray crystal alchemical bomb—what exactly was this old man's intention?

Pretending to ponder how to make an alchemical bomb, Connor thought for five minutes before slowly saying to old Victor, "Butler Victor, if I may ask, what do you need this alchemical bomb for? Does the teacher know?"

After saying that, Connor stared intently into old Victor's eyes, hoping to glean something of value from those cloudy old eyes. However, as expected, Connor was disappointed. Old Victor seemed to have anticipated Connor's actions. His eyes remained unwavering as he directly took out a letter from his spatial ring and handed it to Connor.

Upon receiving the letter and taking a closer look, Connor's usually impassive expression instantly turned extremely unpleasant.

Although it was a letter, there was no lengthy text on the paper, only a dozen or so words: "Runn acts under Victor's command!" There were no other marks on the letter, and there was no signature at the bottom of the paper.

Although there was no signature, that was no longer important at this point. Connor wouldn't ask old Victor who wrote the letter, because from the handwriting of those twelve characters, Connor already knew the answer: the letter was written to him by his dear mentor, Reyes.

After reading those few words several times, Connor's expression gradually returned to normal. He then stored the letter in his spatial ring. After a moment's thought, he said to Old Victor, "I can shrink the alchemical bomb to the size of a gold bar, but my current alchemy skills are not up to the task of shielding it from mental detection!"

"And how powerful are the alchemical bombs you made?" Connor's answer seemed to meet old Victor's requirements. Butler Victor did not dwell on that topic with Connor, but instead asked about the power of the bombs.

Connor pointed downwards at the floor, a confident smile spreading across his face. Without hesitation, he said, "Two bombs will be enough to blow this tavern up. However, the person detonating the bombs must be within a 500-meter radius of the alchemical bombs to use their mental power to detonate them!"

"Good!" After listening to Connor's account, a faint smile finally appeared on old Victor's aged face.

"I need 150 grams of white phosphorus, three pieces of crimson magic stone, one kilogram of hydrangea pollen, two kilograms of sulfur, fifty grams of green hydrochloric acid..." After confirming the purpose of the alchemical bomb, Connor began to dictate the materials he needed to Old Victor. Of course, given Connor's personality, he naturally added some materials unrelated to the alchemical bomb's creation, but which were very useful to him. This way, he could both mislead Old Victor into revealing what kind of alchemical bomb he wanted to refine and simultaneously "profit at the expense of the public" by filling his own spatial ring—a double win!

"These things you requested will be delivered to your home via express courier within two hours. Please check the package. Three days later, simply place the bomb here!" Old Victor said, pointing to the private room they were currently in.

"Okay!" After agreeing, Connor, seeing that old Victor had nothing else to do, turned and left the tavern.

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In the quiet room of apartment number 16 Land Street in the eastern part of Ruen at dusk, Connor watched as the impurities in the black pill in the alchemy furnace were continuously decomposed under the burning of his spiritual fire, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After he left the tavern in Little Bruges, the things he requested were delivered to his apartment an hour and a half later. And the black pill now in his alchemy furnace was the alchemical bomb he had crafted according to old Victor's instructions.

After overhearing old Victor's request for alchemical bombs in that Bruges tavern, Connor had considered that old Victor wanted to use this method to determine whether he was responsible for the explosions at the Mallorca warehouse and the safe house in the Rune district. That's why he told old Victor that he couldn't make alchemical bombs like the gray crystals that could block mental detection.

However, old Viktor's nonchalant attitude later made Connor realize that old Viktor's purpose was not what he thought at all. He wanted to test whether Connor was the mastermind behind the two bombings. But if not, what exactly was old Viktor's intention?

Although it was almost certain that old Victor wasn't after Connor Ferguson this time, for safety's sake, Connor changed the alchemical bomb he was making for old Victor from his most proficient crystal alchemical bomb into the shape of a black pill to avoid suspicion.

(End of this chapter)